Dragoncrest Cliffs This Is the Only Way to Be

First there was soup ( a very lumpy soup ) and then there was the feeling of being bear-hugged as he spilled from the warm confines of the womb, to be met with the shock of life.
Those shapes he had previously been nesting against were here too, crowding the space. He didn't like the feeling of them as much as he once did, and without thinking gave a few pathetic kicks of his little nubbin legs. He even managed to swing his head around and cough a series of dissonant notes before all of his energy was sapped.
The hunger came quickly after that — but the largest and softest of the warm things had gone away, leaving him to squirm with need. He was oblivious to the birth of his sister as he was oblivious to everything beyond the limit of his personhood; he was a creature of liminal spaces, waiting for his chance.